Saturday, April 12, 2003

Pledge drive continues apace

Far out! Got a generous Paypal donation from a reader in Texas and a very charming letter from my #1 fan in Saginaw, MI, bringing the total collected to date for my kung fu school tuition to just under $100. Thanks, guys -- I'm grateful for the support, and more than that, I'm really glad that you appreciate the content I'm offering here. As I've said before, I write according to my own turn-ons -- which is why you'll never see me talking about fucking some college twink, because although I'm sure some of you guys would enjoy reading about that as a change of pace from the masturbation talk, that fantasy just doesn't do anything for me, and the personal touch is part of the Blog philosophy. So it's especially gratifying to know that other men out there share my particular ideals of male/male sex, and that this site fulfills needs that are overlooked by ''mainstream'' gay erotica.

Friday, April 11, 2003

Friday night updates

Thanks for your patience, men -- this blog is a hobby, so other obligations must sometimes take precedence. But tonight, as the weekend kicks off, I'm just relaxing here in my cammy pajammies, having some leisurely quality time with Brooklyn Jack Jr. Just added a new link to the sidebar -- the Mailbag, where I'll post examples of reader mail that I find particularly memorable. One Brooklyn Jackolyte recently pointed out to me that one of the screen stills from my collegiate exploits with the family camcorder looked curiously familiar to him. Just go and check out the mailbag to get the rest of that story...

UPDATE: A few hours ago, I snapped this photo of my erect penis and posted it to the Yahoo board. Someone else just posted this follow-up. Thanks, buddy -- right now I'm masturbating to that hot image of your stiff veiny dick ''touching'' mine. (And, incidentally, I wish it were possible to get a picture like that with a CRT monitor -- I was trying earlier to get a picture of my hard-on with a reader's email displaying onscreen in the background, which I thought would be pretty hot. The results looked pretty crummy, though.)

UPDATE 2: Oh, marvy! An overlooked piece of reader email, on inspection, provides me with yet more dong-hardening inspiration. Dammit, you know what would feel absolutely perfect right now? To have that guy rubbing his erection against my hairy pecs -- yeah, man, keep flicking that big cockhead over my nipple -- while I just kinda nestled my face against his torso, softly kissing his hairy belly as I squeezed my own throbbing dick.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

This just in

Busy with some hausfrau stuff this afternoon, guys -- look for a longer post sometime this evening. But I wanted to post this pic that a reader just emailed to me. Man, this guy's dick is so hard you can almost see it throbbing in the photo. And could anything be hotter than the image of an erection glistening with lube, all ready for a buddy's hand to stroke it? I've got a total boner here, thinking about how hot it would be to straddle that dude's legs, unzip my fly, and take my hard cock out to rub my swollen glans up and down the sensitive underside of that beautiful curved shaft.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

Mailbag

Got a couple of nice letters today from my burgeoning crowd of fans; if things continue at this pace, my back-of-the-envelope calculation shows that Brooklyn Jack's First Church of the Almighty Penis Triumphant should edge out the Raelians as America's Hottest Cult sometime in mid-June. Can global domination be far away?

Anyway, one respondent writes:

Just found your pic folder on Yahoo ChronicPenisMasturbator profiles -- woof! [The same pictures are also available in the Brooklyn Jack Yahoo Forum, under the ''Photos'' link. --Ed.] I think what turns me on most is what's going on in a man's mind -- cocks and bodies are nice, but if I'm hangin with a true committed chronic bator, who totally worships his cock, and can't get enough, that will send a steel rod right up my pole and keep me hard and stroking for hours... Would welcome a chance to hang out with you man -- do some masturbation bonding -- with a fresh tub of Albolene close by!
Bonding is what it's all about, guy -- buddies sharing the ecstatic experience of being men with hard cocks. Another reader -- who identifies himself as a horny and happily married octogenarian -- wrote that my poll question about semi-public 'bating made him reminisce about the wild oats he's sown over the years:
You reminded my of my more public exploits of years gone by. I recall discovering accidentally the men's toilet in the parking garage of at the Battery. I really entered to piss after having parked my car, and as I relieved my bladder, I was aware of activity behind me. I discovered a man in the booth handling his dick and observing my progress. I turned and after shaking those last drops I continued to stroke until I shot a load on the floor, much to my viewer's obvious pleasure. Thereafter I visited that site every time I could and on one occasion checked in around noon. The room was full of Wall street types indulging in all sorts of display. One man gripped my cock as I pissed and when I was finished he continued to stroke me. I turned do to the "crowd" and there was much crotch stroking as he jacked me to shooting.
Well, that easily outdoes the best stories I have from my exploratory days in a certain men's room at the University of Virginia. The writer goes on to demonstrate that he and I, though born a half century apart, are tapped into the same urge that runs strong in some males -- an urge that's distinct from sexual orientation, I think, because some mostly-straight guys feel it intensely, while some gay men don't seem to feel it at all:
Yes it's great to revel in one's manliness with another who is equally excited about being a man!

Amen and Hallelujah to that, brother!

Monday, April 07, 2003

Reader's peter

This fine-looking specimen just showed up in my email. It breaks my heart to see a guy shave his pubes, because to my mind a thick growth of hair around the base of a man's dick only serves to accentuate the natural virility of a thick, throbbing, erection. But in this case, the penis itself is such an impressive handful that, shaved or not, it got my wood up.

Snow!

NYC received an astounding amount of snow today -- god, the streets of Brooklyn looked so beautiful from my rooftop early this afternoon -- pristine and white, unmarred by salt and slush. Mind you, I can't think of anything particularly sexy to say about the snow. Except, um, when it was swirling down from the heavens today, New York was like... like... pointy concrete pecs frosted with a big spray of frozen angel spooge.

Wait, wait! I can do better than that! Okay, here's a sexy snow thought: You and a buddy working up a sweat with a good snowball fight (or, if the two of you are in a civic-minded mood, shoveling sidewalks for the little old lady next door), and then heading inside for some coffee and slow, leisurely frottage under a blanket. Savoring the warmth and strength of each other's bare-ass naked bodies, skin pressed against skin as, just beyond the window, the snow drifts down.

Sunday, April 06, 2003

Sunday night fun

Naked. Hard. Edging. Flipping through my porn directory and looking for my favorite pics -- handsome, mature males with hairy chests and full erections, masturbating for the camera. Hottest of all when they're jacking off to male porn.

Sent this short burst of batespeak to an email buddy a little while ago:

> i also have been stroking and edging
> for the last couple of hours it feels so
> good will continue for another hour or so
> looking at pics and messages from groups.
> can't think of a better way to relax. only
> wish someone was alongside watching me
> while i watched them

That's the only way to improve on the total
joy of masturbation, to share the experience
with another horny man. The excitement of
displaying your erect penis to a fellow adult
male... your hardness silently acknowledging
that the masculine power of his hard cock
makes you sexually excited... and what
greater compliment can a man receive than
to know that his naked body and exposed penis
are causing another adult male to become fully
erect. To know that another man is eager to
share the semen from his swollen, hairy testicles
with you.

Pornoglossolalia

Glossolalia is the technical term for what the Pentacostal Christian tradition calls ''praying in tongues'' -- strings of meaningless and syntactically random vocalizations that sound, to the layman's ear, uncannily like an actual foreign language. (This sort of ''divine babbling'' is described in many mystical religious traditions apart from born-again Christianity. Whether one chooses to regard it as the reaction of a mind overwhelmed by the real presence of an external spiritual force, or as the product of the brain's own language center firing randomly, linguistic analysis supports the conclusion that the sounds are, indeed, babble, lacking the patterns of authentic language.)

Having explained that, I'd like to propose ''pornoglossolalia'' as the term for the sort of verbalization that many serious, capital-M Masturbators get into. As I typed a little while ago in response to a post on the Chronic Penis Masturbators Yahoo group:

> I adore masturbation and sex-talk with other
> bater-addicted guys like me. A man's penis is
> GOD! I will finish off the weekend tonight having
> my eighth orgasm in worship of male genitalia,
> and the hyper-masculine dudes I lust for....

I know exactly what you're talking about, dude... I
fucking love to look at pics of other adult males
showing off their hairy naked bodies, their erect
penises, their thick white semen...I love the fact
that my own penis gets so hard and begs to be
masturbated when I look at and think about
other males. I feel so lucky to be a man who
knows that the highest expression of my
masculinity is to share my stiff hairy man dong
and the hot sperm from my nuts with other
masculine dudes....

My penis is fully erect now and slick with
Albolene as I type this.

HAIL THE FUCKING PHALLUS! HAIL
MASCULINITY! HAIL MEN WHO LOVE PENIS!
MASTURBATE YOUR FUCKING ERECTIONS, BROTHERS!

Obviously, the above is not semantically and syntactically empty; the meaning comes through loud and clear. ''Pornologorrhea'' would be a more accurate coinage ("logorrhea'' literally means ''a flow of words''), but it sounds a bit too much like something you'd mop up in a sickroom. And I like the allusion to religious experience, because although I'm about as hardcore an atheist as you'll find, when I'm really gooning on my fucking dick, I can almost believe that I've been touched by a fiery tongue from heaven.

I hope that doesn't offend anyone; despite my non-belief, I dislike gratuitous blasphemy, especially when it's aggressive and rude. But I make no apologies for my irreverence; I doubt there's a God at all, but if there is one, I am absolutely certain that the architect of fifty billion galaxies has weightier matters to worry about than whether one of the extra-bright talking monkeys that He installed on planet Earth is chattering idolatrous praise to its own phallus. (In fact, I can only imagine that a being of God's alleged super-duper omnipotent magnificence, looking upon the obsessive, ecstatic penis worship in which we human males find such joy, would be inclined to think not "Thou shalt have [SFX: Ker-lightning!!!] NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME,'' but more likely ''Oh, aren't they cute!'')

And while we're speaking of things sacred, I highly recommend this essay, which will likely do a far better job than I ever could of convincing you that it's important to have myths and mythic heroes in your intellectual life, which need not mean that you have a belief in the myth's literal truth.

UPDATE: On second thought, batespeak, suggested by another CPM participant, has the advantage of being more self-explanatory -- I think that's the word that'll go in the Glossary, with my own humble effort ''pornoglossolalia'' as a high-falutin' synonym.

Dick of the day

This was waiting in my inbox when I finally dragged my carcass out of bed on this fine Sunday mor-- uh, afternoon. Blank Subject: line; no accompanying comments; just one damn appealing length of throbbing male meat that is, I assume, attached to a Brooklyn Jack reader. I'd awoken with some fierce morning wood and the pleasant flashbacks of a quite unexpected and completely exhausting roll in the hay last night -- about which I'll be writing later, believe me -- so I appreciated having this tasty eye candy on my monitor as I slowly massaged my rigid penis and gulped down some freshly brewed joe...